Sunday, November 12, 2006

The Greatest Story Ever Told By You! #1

I'm starting a story today, and you're going to continue it! If everyone adds a line at least, to the story, it will be fun to see how the story progresses. So don't be a square, read on, and add your bit!

The Greatest Story Ever Told By You!

In the shanty towns of India, a boy was born. His parents were delighted there were no complications. The father, a man of little means, only a shoe polishing enterprise to support him, and his new family. The mother, a woman who was mean, and only married her husband because he said he would buy her some lace.....To be continued by you!

#1 Reply : Gerardo Continues...What they didn't realise, however, is how much happiness their little bundle of joy would bring to them, if not indeed the world!

#2 Reply : BluePanther Continues...They named the son Sagar, the Ocean. And Sagar was true to his name since his childhood. He was a silent kid, smart but never saying anything that was not necessary. He never gave his parents any kind of trouble.When kids his age were always asking their parents for something or the other, he was always there with his father at the last, assisting him in every little way he could.

#3 Reply : Otilius Continues...The discovery of his third hand caught them off guard. They had only the day before noticed his sensitivity to chocolate.

#4 Reply : Paula Continues...That was until there was sports day at school. Sagar had tried out for the cricket team and had made it. The school was poor though and so told Sagar he could join if he could provide his own equipment.He knew that his family could never afford the price for even second hand bits so went around the neighbourhood looking for odd jobs he could do for penny's.

#5 Reply : Dean Continues...Sagar wanted really badly to play on the cricket team. He knew he needed to make some money for the equipment. So being a smart boy and realizing his third hand would come in handy... He want to the local circus to see if they could use him in exchange for the talents of his third hand....

#6 Reply : Zeljko Continues...Suddenly, the scene changes completely. We can see a tiny strap of land and a hint of a vast water surface, presumably an ocean. The camera moves towards a spot at the very edge of the coast, and a figure of a boy slowly emerges. At first, it is impossible to see anything clearly: he appears to be holding something in his lap, a book maybe, but he seems to be watching the infinity before him, as though he has paused to think about something he read. The camera slowly approaches quite near, zooms in across the boy's right shoulder, and we can discern the first few words in the book: "In the shanty towns of India, a boy was born..."

#7 Reply : (NOONEWHOCARE'ABOUTME) Continues...When the little circus hired him, he was very surprised. His third hand came in handy for wacking Bush. And then, he landed on an elephant and blew up his eye. He lived only to see his parents killing each other.

#8 Reply : The Watchlist Continues...Because his parents had murdered each other by poisoning food that Sagar had brought home to them from the circus, poor Sagar could no longer bear to hear the sounds of circus. He was forced to leave the circus and embark on a career as an insurance claims adjuster.Little did his coworkers know, Sagar also lived a double life. Each night when he left work, he dedicated at least 2 hours and 45 minutes to fighting the spread of black mold. To protect his identity, and health, he wore a mask and black mold fighting alter ego's name was...

#9 Reply : Jess Continues......Zorro. He was busy saving a beautiful young lady from the evils of black mold one night and became great friends with her. One day she confessed to him that she was in love with a friend from childhood.... Sagar.

#10 Reply : Mr Joe Blogs Continues...He also goes by the name of...

#11 Reply : Steve Kenul Continues...The Mold Terror. His night time job was working for an underground pro wrestling ring that was set up by the local mob in which many people feared. Sagar was a new wrestler, and a weak one at that. His fight for mold was devastating to his health and no matter how hard he worked out, his 5'6 132lbs frame could not get bigger. So instead of the weight room, he fled to Thailand to learn Mui Thai kick boxing and excelled dramatically. After two years learning the craft, he went back to India, back to the wrestling ring...

#12 Reply : The Watchlist Continues...only to find out that it had been sold and turned into an ice cream shop. Sagar, who was at this point depressed and low on cash after leaving his insurance claims adjuster job years ago to practice martial arts, decided to apply for a job at the ice cream shop.The third hand he had gave him a great advantage over the other job seekers and after a 2nd interview he was informed that he had gotten the job. He grew to love the job to the point where it became an obsession. Sagar even lost sight of his fight against black mold. That was until nearly 11 years later when the ice cream shop got in a new flavor... "Superman"Upon seeing the Superman ice cream Sagar began weeping. It reminded him of his days when he wore a mask to fight the evils of black mold. The realization that he had squandered years of his life dishing out ice cream instead of fighting the spread of black mold was too much for him to bear so he...

#13 Reply : Anonymous Continues...decided to go to his friend's house to seek some advice and little did he know that someone set cameras up to spy on them accidentally caught them doing this...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLa6dzVN_AU&mode=related&search=

#14 Reply : M Continues......but the video was underexposed so Sagar's friend convinced him to go back to the ice cream shop, where they had just received shipment of a new licorice-flavored ice cream and told Sagar he could name it. As The Mold Terror stared at the black ice cream and wondered at this coincidence, he heard the bell over the door tinkle. Looking up, he saw...

#15 Reply : Trollop23 Continues...his arch nemesis The Truffle!The Mold Terror was astounded as he thought The Truffle had perished just outside of a small village in France during a battle with Le Cochon.

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